the wild sphere their chimes melodious ringing!
A wondrous show! but ah! a show alone! Where shall I grasp thee, infinite
nature, where? Ye breasts, ye fountains of all life, whereon Hang heaven and
earth, from which the withered heart For solace yearns, ye still impart Your
sweet and fostering tides - where are ye - where? Ye gush, and must I
(He turns over the leaves of the book impatiently, and perceives the sigh of
How all unlike the influence of this sign! Earth - spirit, thou to me art nigher,
E'en now my strength is rising higher, E'en now I glow as with new wine;
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